Post by dove on Apr 18, 2008 20:48:26 GMT -5
Faerie was wandering through a path filled with barren trees, dead growth. She had become restless, staying in one place too long. She could hear their blood pulsing, and has put all her will at end, straining herself not to kill.
'All my life, I was meant to kill. All my life, I have seen nothing but death. My life is hidden with dark, and terrible secrets. So terrible that hell should cower, or grin with malicious.'
Faerie started singing a melody, a lullaby. Her voice carried out into the openess, traveling far and wide. A voice of beauty, a voice of vehement danger.
"Shall kits cry into the night
And let the shadows cringe in fright
A home will be burned
And allies be turned
A child will die tonight
A child will die tonight
Shall kits mourn their blood
As the rivers turn red
A voice, telling them to cry
A child, a child, will die"
'All my life, I was meant to kill. All my life, I have seen nothing but death. My life is hidden with dark, and terrible secrets. So terrible that hell should cower, or grin with malicious.'
Faerie started singing a melody, a lullaby. Her voice carried out into the openess, traveling far and wide. A voice of beauty, a voice of vehement danger.
"Shall kits cry into the night
And let the shadows cringe in fright
A home will be burned
And allies be turned
A child will die tonight
A child will die tonight
Shall kits mourn their blood
As the rivers turn red
A voice, telling them to cry
A child, a child, will die"
